Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Mahoney Road, In The Town Of Brasher

It was an uncommonly warm, sunny day - a perfect day for a driving tour of rural roads. I was running out of nearby roads to explore, though, so I checked a map and decided to try a section of Mahoney Road in the town of Brasher. You know how I love ample porches. Well, I must say that this house won permanent first prize in the porch department. Wouldn't you love to have that raised, wraparound porch from which to see the rural scenery?:

The hay fields hadn't yet greened up much yet, but they were still beautiful:

The cross at the base of that tree struck me as likely a beloved pet's burial site:

A small barn/garage:

And this old farm was nearly a town of its own, with a private lane leading to its cluster of buildings:

There were pine forests behind marshy ditches beside the road:

And this wonderful home which must surely also get a prize for glorious porches:

And a super-duper barn:

Red barn and brown home:

This woodsy home:

And an even more woodsy home, this one set so far back in the trees that I had to use my zoom lens:

There were several marshes along the road and this one provided me with my first hearing of Spring Peepers. But I had places to go and things to do, so I put my camera away and aimed my car homeward:

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

A Visit To A Franklin County Animal Farm

I began hankering for a couple of fantail pigeons to keep with my bantams. I've had pigeons several times before, but the fantails were tamest and easiest to care for. They are also the easiest to sell if the need arises. So I connected with a guy in Franklin County, just east of Malone, and drove there on Saturday morning. When I arrived, his son was working a former draft horse, reacquainting him with the business of being in harness and following directions:

There was a pony, a small heifer and a donkey there also, watching all the activity:

This horse came right over to the fence to be petted:

And then its pasture buddy came over to say hello as well. I paid no attention to any of these animals' genders, so I just use the word "it" when referring to them:

The pony's name was Cricket and there was a small herd of goats keeping it company:

A llama and another donkey:

One of the friendly goats trotted over to say hello:

And Cricket, the pony, wanted attention:

There were a lot of rabbits of various sizes, shapes and colors. Most were in individual cages but a great many had newborn litters, so clearly they hadn't always been alone:

There were also guinea hens, bantams and full sized Barred Rocks:

My fantail pigeons were waiting for me in that wooden crate on which a very friendly bantam pranced. Other fantails and another guinea hen watched from the overhead cage:

It was indeed a grand mixture of animals, most of whom seemed to get along quite well:

I got my four pigeons and headed home, where I put them into the chicken coop and closed the door to the outside to keep them from escaping. Only one hen was in the coop, and when I returned later to check on things, found her in a tizzy over these new residents. I also had to admit that I had no plan for how to open the door to let the rest of the chickens back in without the fantails escaping. So in the end, I moved the four pigeons into another room. They are getting used to me and their new surroundings. You'll hopefully see photos of them in upcoming posts:

Monday, April 21, 2014

The First (Mini) Hike Of The Year - Part 2

We'd made a sort of circle, the dogs and I, and were heading back toward our parked car through the forest. At least I hoped we were headed the right direction:

The dogs weren't worried, though. They were simply having a grand time running and sniffing:

And the day was spectacularly beautiful:

We found the wood road on which we'd hiked into the forest and there, just ahead of us, was our red car parked at the logging header:

Figuring that this was the end of the hike, the dogs ran excitedly over to the car and waited for me, the slowpoke, to catch up:

But I surprised them and turned in to a clear cut area because it had so little snow:

The cut branches and fallen needles smelled wonderfully piney in the afternoon sun, but the walking was even more treacherous for my injured ankles than the crusted snow had been:

So I turned the dogs back toward the car again - not that they cared. They were happy to go in any direction. It was all fun for them:

And I was pretty darn happy myself, and glad to have survived such a long, hard winter:

"Oh boy, oh boy! Look, Dad! It's the car!" And I was thrilled when I got home, checked my photos and discovered that I'd captured Daphne leaping for joy:

The pooches hopped back up into the car for a joyous ride back out the snowy, slushy, muddy access road: